I could only stare at Maggie and wonder... but wonder what? My mind was racing, but going nowhere. The one sensible thought I had, I clung to for I ha... nowhere else to go. That was, 'hear her out, there may be a workable solution to this... this nightmare.'She resumed speaking after the waiter left. "I... I was hoping that you would join us... Leslie and I and form a three-some. We don't have to live together, but could do so if you preferred it. Or you could live with me or Leslie so others. I was baking a cake with a woman for her child who died 23 years ago. That explained a lot.We were sitting in her drawing room sipping some wine when she got a call from her in-laws. Even after a decade, they still called her up to make sure of accusing her of “Killing their son and their grandchild”. They called her a whore on every opportunity they got. I was so damn frustrated by this that I shouted at her and called them names. The next thing I knew is that I received a tight slap right. His hips began involuntarily bucking up and down, simulating the motion of intercourse, driving another fraction of an inch of his immensity into my mouth, causing me to gag, and as I did, copious amounts of thick gooey saliva covered the shaft of his cock, and I used it for lubrication for the constant jacking I was doing to him. I could sense he was getting close to cumming, so I leaned back, his cock leaving my mouth with a pop and wetly slapping against his stomach. I stood up and turned. "'Cause I don't pay forbitches." Of course, Sir." Free humiliation. I had to consciously keep myself fromlooking down and shaking my head in personal disgust."Then turn on that cam, you fucking whore. I have got to see this!" Hesaid loudly and with a chuckle.I moved the cursor to the Skype video button. As I clicked it, the soundsfilled my ears as I waited for the connection to take hold. The cameraflickered on and I saw myself on the screen. Made up and dressed up tothe nines and a willing.